My night ended up being unexpectedly fun. A friend and former coworker who does a lot of theater (I'll call her "C" because I don't feel like typing it out) said she was seeing her friends in a play. She didn't invite me, but I invited myself because I liked the idea of a theater night and none of the other shows in town sounded as interesting.
So I text her, "BTW, I invited myself, but I don't wanna cramp your style so say the word and I'll write the ticket off as a donation to fringe theater and go see Dune 2 again or something. Also, congrats to your friends for selling out tonight!"
She replies, "You asshole! I didn't get tickets yet!" "Well shit, take mine!" "I was supposed to buy tickets for me and a friend, so now I have to go explain how I'm the asshole."
I offer, "You take my ticket, and I'll take your friend to Dune 2." "She's a hot British lady. You'd like that wouldn't you?" "Just remember I offered before I knew..."
Luckily C knows people, so she texts the artistic director who literally just adds two more chairs to the room, because, you know, it's just that simple
So I meet up with C, her hot British friend, and another theater friend of hers. The show is great. Very Tennessee Williams if he were writing '80s life in NYC.
This being fringe theater, everyone knows everyone (except me, of course) and we hang out after the show to compliment the cast/crew on a job well done. At some point C elbows me and nods toward a pretty woman with gorgeous blonde hair who also happens to be taller than me (I'm 6'2"). As if I hadn't noticed the Valkyrie in the room, come on
So I'm quoting Tormund while C tries to break the hypnosis of the strands of fine gold chain playing peekaboo in and around hot British friend's plunging neckline.
Everyone wants a drink, so the ladies, the director, and 3/4 of the cast head to the bar next door and invite me along. We close it out and decide some food would be a pretty good idea, so we head to the wine bar / tapas place on the other end of the block and get a table for 8. The actress says her friends are coming so we ask the host if we can add a table.
Among the friends is the Valkyrie, who walks over and takes the seat next to me. "Hi, I'm B." "Hi, I'm... stunned to silence."
<velvety hand envelopes mine like summer fog around a New England lighthouse>
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Friends lemme tell you that my game wasn't much to speak of even back when I was single and now I'm nigh on two decades rusty. But it turns out Valkyrie and I have stuff in common. She went to the same music festival in Mexico that wifey went to (which was good--got it right out there that I'm married and my wife is cool). She works for a tech startup, and I used to manage a large patent portfolio in the same space. By the time this bar closes, we're sharing pet photos.
Backing up, this all happened because wifey planned a trip to New Hampshire that she knew I would probably have to bail on because of work (she never even tried to book a pet sitter). But the week kicked my ass so bad that within 5 minutes of wifey and the kids leaving yesterday, the fur babies were on me and I conked out. Otherwise there's no way I'd still be up and having fun at 1am.
So even though I had to wake up and go to work on a Sunday (turns, spits), when I video chatted with the wife and kids this morning, wifey was giving ME that waht-the-heck look from the den of the vacation house up north
Sorry, Love, just trying to make the most of it!